I have to admit, this #nosocialmediasunday weekend was tough. With the wintry onslaught - over 25 inches - all I had was social media.

Well, not entirely true. I had my boys and they're always a barrel of laughs. There is something to adult conversation, as I am sure stay at home mothers can sympathize with (I was a stay at home mom for a few years, but don't ever remember feeling as isolated as I did this weekend.)

My husband came home from his business trip Friday afternoon and took us all to our favorite diner - it was Valentine's Day after all. Good thing, because we were stuck at home for the rest of the weekend, save Mass on Sunday.

I tried saving my Valentine's Day bouquet, but alas, they got the addresses wrong and never delivered them. When my husband threw a fit over the phone called, the customer representative indicated that they couldn't guarantee delivery Saturday, Sunday or Monday for that matter. My husband lost it calmly explained that we don't celebrate Valentine's Day on St. Patrick's Day and asked for a refund. So no flowers and that's completely fine by me! I'll use the money he would have spent on flowers for, you guessed it. More books.

So what did I do?

I made some rosaries like I did last weekend. I didn't read as much as I usually do, because I was completely sucked in by Weeds (the series). Shocked are you? I can get down with the get down. I'm Catholic, yes, and watch salacious television as well, you know, mixed in for effect. On Facebook, a friend commented "Oh yeah cause Weeds and rosaries go hand in hand :)" to which I replied, "Doesn't it? Nancy Botwin needs prayers too!" My friend was joking, of course and meant nothing other than playful sentiment.

But it got me to thinking. What does rosaries have to do with "Weeds", if you extrapolate and superimpose it onto the connection between the secular and the religious?

Plenty.

The main character is Nancy Botwin, a woman who makes really poor choices from an initial event of her husband dying of a heart attack. She picks up selling marijuana as a way to support the lifestyle she and her children have grown accustomed to. She refuses to really take a personal inventory of what she's doing and how it is affecting her children, family and friends. She just keeps plowing ahead. One bad scheme at quick money after another leaving a wake of broken hearts, both romantic and filial behind. Sounds like this character could be anyone. Could be me (aside from the drug cartel business and high heels she wears all the time). I would want someone making me rosaries or praying a novena for me. Wouldn't you?

Romans 10:1

Brothers, my heart’s desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved

How was your weekend? Did you participate? Have the #nosocialmediasunday bug and don't know if you're ready to dive in? Share with me!

Meet Cristina

I am a working mother, wife and Catholic convert who knows all about living through and past an unequally yoked marriage. I am also a writer, social media addict and avid book reader. Sound like I have my hands full? They are, so it helps that I make the best faith cocktails around: equal parts faith, humor and charity. Stick around, I may just surprise ya. Learn more here.